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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Nov 2, 2017 18:06:18 GMT -5
I JUST REALIZED THAT BREEZEPAW'S RANK IS "floofy apprentice boi"
I'M CRYING
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 2, 2017 19:20:36 GMT -5
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Sorry for poofing, I was drawing.
Also I was hoping someone would notice that! Some of my cats have special little ranks.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 2, 2017 19:44:14 GMT -5
Well, this was his cue to leave.
Kestrelcall pushed himself up to his paws and offered a polite head nod to Puddleheart and Iceswirl. They seemed to be having a fun time without him butting into their conversation, and he felt it rude to just put their attention on him when he didn't need it. Perhaps he could go and find Dewfoot now or something... He hadn't seen the tom around that much today. The thought of the other tom always brought a feeling of warmth in the creamy tabby's chest. Even as a younger warrior he had enjoyed the company of Dewfoot, always wanting to be around him as much as possible. Was it a crush on Kestrelcall's part? Oh yeah, it certainly was. But Kestrelcall had not always crushed on the other tom - in fact, there had been a point in Kestrelcall's life, when he had been Kestrelpaw, that he had a crush on a totally different cat. There had been a slightly older apprentice known as Honeypaw. The tom had had the sleekest and shiniest orange tabby pelt the Clan had ever seen. Or that's what Kestrelcall thought. He and Honeypaw had been very close, the best of friends, but unfortunately, Honeypaw had never seen Kestrelpaw as more than a friend. Instead, Honeypaw had padded after a fellow molly apprentice. It had hurt Kestrelpaw's heart, but he had been glad to be friends with Honeypaw at least. But only a moon after Honeypaw, Honeypelt then, had been named a warrior, he had been struck down by a rattlesnake; there had been nothing that would have saved him.
After Honeypelt's death Kestrelcall had been distraught. Eventually, he had found solace in Dewfoot. Sometimes he wondered if the tom returned his feelings, but a part of him told him that, no, Dewfoot wasn't interested. It was like Honeypelt all over again... But right now Kestrellcall didn't want to get into such depressing thoughts. He shook them away like dried cobwebs. Wanting to fill his mind with positive thoughts, he allowed himself to think just about finding Dewfoot, or another Clan member at that, to spend some time with. |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 2, 2017 20:06:43 GMT -5
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Puddleheart nodded along to what Iceswirl said, idly pawing at the feathers. “Those all sound like good options,” he agreed, and after a moment, he let out a small purr, looking up from the feathers to smile at the warrior, vaguely aware that Kestrelcall had left them at that point. “Well, at this rate I’m going to have to eat even more birds just to get enough feathers to do all of those things,” he decided, tail neatly wrapping around his feet. Still unsure of who he would give the first set of feathers to though, he was glad for the ideas.
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Post by Sand on Nov 2, 2017 21:01:57 GMT -5
Shellstripe .. {{ .. }}
Having spent most of his day holed up in the warrior's den, Shellstripe was not as productive as usual. He was finally on his paws after a lengthy, accidental nap. He hadn't meant to fall asleep after he was woken up the sound of cats bustling in and out the den. Waking up late meant most of his day had gone to waste in the tom's eyes. He struggled to focus on the ground before him as he felt quite groggy and his gaze was blurred by the sunlight. Letting out a grumble, he wobbled out of the warrior's den without a word.
Basking in the sun would have been a wonderful idea if he hadn't slept in so much. The feeling of warmth spreading across his pale coat was soothing, but the reminder of starting his duties interrupted his peace and quiet. An exasperated sigh left the ginger tabby's just as he plodded towards the clearing with a mind full of thoughts. >> Ooc <<
Sorry it's so short compared to yours. >> RP <<
Snowleaf had just finished a mouse and was now dozing in a patch of sunlight, she smiled at how the pale sun warmed her cream colored pelt. She heard the warriors den rustle and looked up to see her brother Shellstripe, she stood up and padded over to the tom who was in the middle of the clearing; her long fur bouncing as she walked. "Goodmorning lazy rump." She giggled as she teased her brother. "Would you like to go on a hunt with me?" She mewed hopefully.
With Iceswirl being distant from him and their kits, he didn't allow himself to ponder on the thought of her finding someone else. It was a situation that weighed heavy on the tabby's mind and provoked forlorn feelings and thoughts. They were all that had filled his mind constantly, but today, he planned on ending his poor behavior.
"I'm not so sure about that," Shellstripe replied, hoping he could fool his littermate. "I suppose I could tag along, but.. first to the camp entrance wins the race!"
Sprinting ahead, the pale feline decided to leave Snowleaf in the dust by hardly giving her a chance to react. She wouldn't catch him and he was sure of it. |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 2, 2017 21:02:55 GMT -5
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Hi Sand!
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Post by Sand on Nov 2, 2017 21:09:22 GMT -5
[ Hey, S'more. How're you? ]
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 2, 2017 21:09:50 GMT -5
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Eh, alright. You?
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Post by Sand on Nov 2, 2017 21:17:20 GMT -5
[ I'm doing well!
I think a few pages back, Ross asked who would reply to Aldermama & kits first. I don't know if she ended up replying though.]
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 2, 2017 21:25:05 GMT -5
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I saw that, I figured I’d like either Ross or Actor reply first though, since I dunno what to have Lilykit say.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Nov 2, 2017 23:01:25 GMT -5
[ I’m too tired to reply tonight. It’s 9pm and I just got home from church. I’ll reply to everyone’s tomorrow, and get the reply back to Aldermama first then  goodnight everybody! ] |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 3, 2017 0:25:45 GMT -5
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Snowleaf looked at her brother with concern clouding her pale blue eyes as she noticed the sad expression among his face, but his face soon cleared up and now he had a look of hesitance, she narrowed her eyes a tiny bit and gave a tiny flick of her tail. When the tom spoke, disappointment seemed to take over. Until her brother changed his mind, but dashed off saying. "First one to the entrance wins!" But she was left in the dust, she blew the dust away, growling and following in pursuit; but before she knew it her brother was already at the entrance. She slowed her pace to a trot and hissed with annoyance, "I'll win next time!" She stuck her tongue out at the pale tom.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 3, 2017 11:30:02 GMT -5
Aldermama .. Lilykit, Sweetkit & Toadkit .. {{ 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 Headphone Actor }} ..
A glint of amusement flashed in the queen's eyes as she dragged herself out of the mud before making her way over to Sweetkit and Toadkit. Her pelt felt heavy and sticky as sludge dripped from the edges of her dilute coat. She could only wonder why Sweetkit and Toadkit found playing in the mud to be a fun idea. To her, it was filthy as the sound of her mud covered paws squelched the earth beneath her. Suppressing a look of disgust, Alderberry settled herself in front of the troublemakers, amber eyes growing sincere. Hopefully they wouldn't feel lousy after her scolding.
"Did you two think through your actions of playing in this muck? Now, Lilykit may have been right about not playing in the mud, but if you want to play outside of the nursery, you can always ask elders or a warrior to keep an eye on you," the mother meowed before turning her attention to Lilykit. "Lilykit, if this ever happens again, don't hesitate to wake me up. As a mother, my duty is to take care of you three no matter how much trouble you cause."
Carefully getting to her paws again, the feline licked Sweetkit's head rapidly before doing the same to her son's. She loved her kits more than she ever thought she would and was secretly grateful for their little adventures. They kept her on her toes more than she'd like to admit. As she padded up to Lilykit, Alderberry came to a halt and gave her a soft lick while trying to not get mud on the golden tabby.
"Let's get cleaned up before our pelts dry out; we don't want to wander around like this, now do we?"
To be fair, Toadkit thought it would be pretty fun to run around camp like some kind of mud monster. Maybe try to scare one of the apprentices? However, he kept that thought to himself for right now. It'd be pretty rude to contradict their mama after she was so nice about scolding them.
Instead, the little grey tabby tried to reach up and lick his mother's chin when she stooped down to lick his head. "Yes, mama..." He promised, green eyes shining innocently. "We were gonna go see the elders, honest, then we just kind of saw the mud and..." He gave a sheepish little shrug of his shoulders. "...got distracted?"
Pfft. Distracted indeed.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Nov 3, 2017 11:43:56 GMT -5
[ ahh- defs gonna reply w/ sweetbaby soon I promise. I have lunch and one more class then I go home ;^; ]
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Nov 3, 2017 14:07:30 GMT -5
gonna make a little lost on who I need to reply to— ( Will cross them off as I reply )
Marshclaw & Featherpool
Sweetkit & Aldermama, Toadkit, Lilykit
Rowanstorm & Beetlewhisker
Firepaw & Breezepaw
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 3, 2017 14:19:07 GMT -5
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Nov 3, 2017 14:24:01 GMT -5
HEY does anyone want to rp?)
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Nov 3, 2017 14:28:42 GMT -5
Following Marshclaw’s lead, Featherpool began to nip off a few of the catmint stalks. She lay them down carefully in a pile beside her paws, purring at her achievement. She had never really had an interest in medicine. Even as a kit she had found the thought of being a medicine cat boring. Who would want to go around picking plants all day when a cat could be out there stalking prey or defending their Clan with claws? And, most importantly to Featherpool, she would never have been able to give up the chance to have a mate and kits. Her kits were the most important thing to her. She adored being a mother, and deep down, she wanted to return to the nursery with a bellyful of kits once more. But of course, she had not really spoken to Blizzardclaw all that much as of late… The molly couldn’t help but sigh. She didn’t want to dampen the mood, but her mind was sticking to the idea of kits.
Unaware of Marshclaw’s own thoughts, Featherpool stepped closer to the tom, her fur pressing against his ever so slightly. She glanced up at him with innocent eyes. ”Have you ever thought of taking a mate, Marshclaw? Or even having kits of your own?” She was asking questions that were perhaps bold, but she was legitimately curious. Marshclaw was an exceedingly handsome tomcat, and Featherpool was sure there were many mollies and even toms in the Clan padding after him. She was, honestly, surprised that he had yet to settle down with a mate.
Even as Marshclaw mentioned heading back, the tabby still wondered Marshclaw’s thoughts on a mate and kits. She did give a comment, though. ”You’re a wonderful deputy. Losing Beepelt was hard, but you stepped up and have shown just how dedicated you are.” And she meant it. There was no doubt in Featherpool’s words as she spoke them - she truly believed in her words.
Picking her gathered herbs up into her jaws, Featherpool followed after Marshclaw, leaving the mountain’s foot and the other herbs without a second thought.
 { M a r s h c l a w } OC Territory + Camp ➳ Featherpool & Puddleheart{ Feathertalon & 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 }The tom carefully picked his way through the undergrowth, his tail twitching ever now and then as he glanced back at Featherpool. Had she really meant what she said about him being a good deputy? He didn't know. But it made him all the more determined to gain that leader position. He wanted every cat in the clan to think of him as highly as Featherpool did. It made his eyes glitter mischievously and glow with happiness. Nothing, not even Starclan almight could take his desire to run Oceanclan to greatness away from him. He needed it.
When Marshclaw's paws finally reached the sandy entrance of the Oceanclan camp, he turned to look at Featherpool. "Alright. Let's take these back to Puddleheart, and then I'm going to send out a few hunting patrols before the rain gets harder. I want the fresh-kill pile stocked." The tom mumbled around his mouthful of herbal medicine, one that seemed to not even be what he thought, but some deadly herb that Puddleheart would soon tell them of. But, nonetheless, some catmint was actually mixed in.
Carrying on, he trotted into the camp, looking around slowly in hopes to find his brother. He hoped to starclan that things wouldn't end up awkward from him bringing herbs, but who knew? Only starclan. Leading Featherpool over to Puddleheart, who was talking to Iceswirl, he dropped the herbs at his paws. "I figured we would get you some herbs, so we found these." He mewed. Little did Marshclaw know was that the herbs were a mixture of catmint and deadly nightshade.
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Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 3, 2017 14:44:10 GMT -5
I'll reply after class, but that looks nice O:
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 3, 2017 14:45:29 GMT -5
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Nov 3, 2017 14:45:52 GMT -5
{ S w e e t k i t } ➳ Aldermama, Toadkit & Lilykit
Oceanclan Camp { Sand , Headphone Actor & 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 }Sweetkit's eyes seemed to start glittering as Alderberry asked if they had though about what they did before doing it. She shook her head in response but said nothing, knowing their mother probably already knew their answer. No, the two - toadkit and sweetkit only - had not though about playing in the mud before hand, and what it could've (more like what it did) to their beautiful fur.
When Alderberry then mentioned a cleaning bath, Sweetkit wanted to whine aloud, but knew she'd get a scolding in return if she didn't do as Alderberry said. "Yes, mama. A bath sounds nice. But can't we play a lil more? The mud won't be here forever! An' we promise we'll wash after! In the stream, if you'll let us!" The small tortoiseshell she-kit asked, her blue-green eyes wide and hopeful.
Why was she asking such a question? Sweetkit didn't know. She just wanted to have fun- whether Toadkit and Lilykit wanted to do it with her was up to them. She figured Toadkit would follow along with her question, but doubted Lilykit would. She loved her sister, don't get her wrong, but the way she stuck to Aldermama's fur like glue, and didn't dare go against the rules didn't seem fun at all to Sweetkit.
Ahh- Sweetkit. Learn to like the rules, you'll be living by the warrior code in a few moons. Live with it.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Nov 3, 2017 14:55:10 GMT -5
Beetlewhisker trotted along after Rowanstorm, a smile on his face as he nodded in agreement. "A few trips is probably best. Hopefully we can find a good bunch of them and it won't be too difficult to dig them up. Sometimes the roots are REALLY difficult to pull up. Getting as much as possible would be a good idea, because whatever we don't use for the nursery, we can use to patch the elder and apprentice dens." His small paws kneaded the mud for a moment in anticipation to continue on. Maybe they would run into Firepaw and Breezepaw and this could turn into an excursion with his apprentice. Also, he realized, he enjoyed the company of Rowanstorm. They had similar thoughts on caring for the clan and were both fiercely loyal to those they loved. He felt like maybe he could make an easy friend with the large ginger tom.
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➳ Beetlewhisker
Oceanclan Territory { Onyx }The large ginger tom continued foreword, making his way toward the stream that pretty much cut the territory in half. He purred and remember back to apprentice days when he, Russetpelt, Aspenfeather, Alderberry and Conchwing were all apprentices. The five of them would race to the stream and see who could catch a fish first. Alderberry had always fallen in the stream, leaving Rowanstorm to "rescue" her, which was kind of the start of their relationship. He loved it. Every second of it.
When Beetlewhisker began to speak again, he nodded along. "A few trips it is, then. We'll carry as much of the dry brambles as we can, but not too much that it leaves the camp with brambles lying everywhere." He agreed before stopping at the steam. He eyed the jump carefully before gracefully leaping over the rushing water. He turned, glancing at Beetlewhisker.
"You can either jump here, or we can walk down a little ways to the stepping stones." The large ginger tom offered, unsure if Beetlewhisker had had the training like he did. After all, Rowanstorm was quite a few moons older than Beetlewhisker, but not so old that he was in the elders den.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Nov 3, 2017 15:04:43 GMT -5
{ F i r e p a w }
➳ Breezepaw
Oceanclan Territory { 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 }The flame colored apprentice looked around carefully, keeping his eyes out for any brambles that were dry and would serve as a good patching for the dens. He flicked his tail slowly over the leaves, occasionally looking back at Breezepaw just for the fun of it. A small purr rumbled in his throat, quite enjoying this little expedition hunt for brambles. He couldn't remember a time he'd been out of camp without Beetlewhisker hovering over him.
The thoughts were broken once the word "race" was mentioned. Firepaw seemed to perk up all the more, his eyes brightened. "You're on, Breezepaw. On three." He mewed, a grin curling his lips back. Turning towards the stream, he stepped in line with Breezepaw, purring in amusement and excitement before he started counting.
"One... Two... Three!" Firepaw yowled before pelting off into the undergrowth, in hopes of winning their playful little race.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 3, 2017 15:15:38 GMT -5
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Kay, I’ll get out some replies for Puddle, Lily, and Breeze.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 3, 2017 15:40:08 GMT -5
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Puddleheart to Marshclaw, and Iceswirl.
-` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾, Onyx.
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Puddleheart hadn’t expected Marshclaw to come up to him with a bundle of herbs, especially not with Featherpool in tow. He hardly seemed to talk to his brother any more, it seemed strange to him that he would be brought herbs. He looked up at Marshclaw for a moment, then down at the herbs, and then over to Iceswirl for a moment before looking back to Marshclaw. “...Thank you, Marshclaw, I have plenty catmint in my den, but there’s always a need for more-“ He paused, taking a better look at the herbs.
He had been able to recognize the catmint easily, but before he hadn’t really looked at what was given to him too closely, it wasn’t until a different scent hit his nose and he looked back down at the herbs did he realize it wasn’t just catmint that had been brought to him. He pawed at them carefully for a moment, nose scrunching up as he examined the herbs, recognizing what else there was soon enough.
He then looked back up at Marshclaw, pawing at the herbs again as if to make it point all the more clear. “Marshclaw...this is nightshade. It’s deadly,” he explained, glancing down to show his brother the herb. Definitely not something Puddleheart wanted in his den, nor anywhere in camp where unsuspecting cats might use it.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Nov 3, 2017 15:42:05 GMT -5
[ idk why the fact that marshclaw feels awkward around his brother is funny to me. anyone else? xD ]
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 3, 2017 15:45:42 GMT -5
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It is kinda funny, tbh. I like to imagine that maybe when they were younger they were really close but as they got older, they just didn’t talk as much and now it’s gotten all weird between them?
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Nov 3, 2017 15:47:38 GMT -5
i think when i made them, what made them distant wasn't the fact that they decided distant paths, it was the fact that puddle knew about marsh's intentions, and knew about beepelt (their brothers) death and such.
I'm totally up for writing a story bout them from kit hood and stuff
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 3, 2017 15:49:23 GMT -5
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Ah, alright. So it would be a bit more of a somewhat recent thing? But if Puddleheart knew about Beepelt, would he know all of it or just some?
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Nov 3, 2017 16:02:04 GMT -5
I was thinking Marsh told Puddle (because even the evil baby needs to talk to someone, and Puddle was the only one left from their family that he trusted) his exact plan.
In a gist:
Beepelt was always the "special" kit out of the three. Seastar, the tom that had led the clan before Sandstar, had always shown an interest in Beekit/paw/pelt since they were kits. He even took Beekit as his apprentice until he died, and Sandstar continued his training.
Sandstar herself even seemed to have an interest, possibly more than a mentor-apprentice kind of thing.
When the three were made warriors, or more importantly when Beepelt and Marshclaw were made warriors, and Puddleheart a full on medicine cat, the favoritism continued to get to Marshclaw-- not seeming to affect Puddleheart as much as the warrior.
When Tadpoleleap was killed by a fox, (he was the deputy before Beepelt), Sandstar appointed Beepelt deputy in his name.
Marshclaw was furious, declaring he'd become leader one day, but not under his brothers leadership. Under Sandstars.
He thought long and hard, occasionally dropping hints like "beepelt doesn't deserve it" or "i wish he were dead" to his brother.
Puddleheart eventually confronted him, hopinh Marshclaw wasn't planning what he thought he was.
But Marshclaw was. Puddleheart didn't agree, but he knew Marshclaw all to well to try and stop the tom.
The two of them hold the secret of Beepelt's real death; Marshclaw outright told Puddleheart the night he was going to do it. Marshclaw threatened Puddleheart saying "if you tell anycat my plan, or that i killed beepelt, i will kill you too."
and what not.
So, basically, Puddleheart knew the whole time.
ANd I kinda of want to make Marshclaw attempt to rekindle his brothership with Puddle up until he tells his plan to him of killing Sandstar ( which could end up going either way: puddle hides it, or says he can't and he's going to tell the clan [ this can happen after iceswirl is pregnant and has her kits ] [ and this option can also lead to his death and then sandstars ] )
OH MY GOSH DID I JUST RAMBLE??? YEAH I DID>.< SORRY GUYS BUT ENJOY-
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